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Poem: “To the Teachers of America” by Oliver Wendell Holmes

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To the Teachers of America


Teachers of teachers! Yours the task,
Noblest that noble minds can ask,
High up Aonia’s murmurous mount,
To watch, to guard the sacred fount
  That feeds the streams below;
To guide the hurrying flood that fills
A thousand silvery rippling rills
  In ever-widening flow.

Rich is the harvest from the fields
That bounteous Nature kindly yields,
But fairer growths enrich the soil
Ploughed deep by thought’s unwearied toil
  In Learning’s broad domain.
And where the leaves, the flowers, the fruits,
Without your watering at the roots,
  To fill each branching vein?

Welcome! the Author’s firmest friends,
Your voice the surest Godspeed lends.
Of you the growing mind demands
The patient care, the guiding hands,
  Through all the mists of morn.
And knowing well the future’s need,
Your prescient wisdom sows the seed
  To flower in years unborn.


< < < Francis Parkman
The September Gale > > >

American LiteratureAmerican PoetryOliver Wendell HolmesPoems by Oliver Wendell Holmes


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